The Weight of the Current

Rising and falling.

Another wave strikes.

A body trying to stand,

While peppered with bullets of salt and sea.

What is the reason to go beyond the shore?

When the weight of the current bear and bore

Into those that came before.

And they were crushed;

Crunched under curses, generational

Altercations where son opposed

Father and vice-versa

The terseness of the curses

Leave us expressionless,

Not delivering verses.

Perhaps, because I am, I’m free in ways,

My fathers could never be.

Perhaps their apothecary and remedy was melody.